I saw the moon, seeming trapped inside ...
There are some things you can’t tell your mother....
Melted, swung high over the sea,
plunging into ...
We would never be who we were –
The full blooded dolce vita of a blind date, ...
Am I to bid you farewell, tell?
And your times are nearing now? ...
(The dialogue takes place between Aristotle, Homer and Sappho,
based on Poetics of Aristotle.)
Don’t stir out
Cautions everyone as I
wandering through the marsh ...
This maddening, deafening, saddening, threatening, strickening loneliness...
March - 2016 -
It is not a lesson
No one called it IQ,
Matthew W Jones